Cody Zwiefelhofer: Portfolio

Below will be a running and updated record of projects and item’s I’m currently working on that don’t involve my current job at Ewald Consulting.

1. Computer Science BA at University of Minnesota

Currently, in Spring 2013, I am enrolled in CSCI 2021 – Machine Architecture and Organization and CSCI 4041 – Algorithms and Data Structures. Coding projects, if applicable, will be posted on my github.

2. Udacity Online Courses

Udacity is a free online course hub with numerous classes available to take on-demand. These give me more practical knowledge in addition to the conceptual material I’m taking at the U. Currently, I’ve only completed CS101 (Intro to CS), but currently I’m most of the way done with CS253 (Web Development), and am also enrolled in CS262 (Programming Languages).

I’m also interested in CS258 (Software Testing: Make Software Fail), CS212 (Design of Computer Programs), and CS259 (Software Debugging). I take these classes when I have time, which is usually in between classes.

3. Clementine Music Player Addon

I want to test my development skills and create a new feature to the Clementine music player (which I use currently on my home computer – it has all the features I want except one). It will be adding an option to ‘clean up’ your library, not unlike what iTunes does when you add music to its player. I’m doing this because my music library is curently an unorganized blob of junk with no folder structure whatsoever.

It’s written entirely in C++, which I have zero experience with, so that will be a complete learning experience for me. I’m still tinkering, and trying to learn the language, so this is a lower priority project as I learn more C++. That’s coming when I take 3081W at the U of M.

“Finally!” everyone exhaled.

It’s been a long time coming.

An Almanac of Extreme Weather, written by a farmer in Rushford, MN:

My great-grandfather recognized that weather is never perfect for agriculture for an entire season; a full chapter of his memoir is dedicated to this observation. In his 60 years of farming he wrote that only one season, his final crop of 1937, had close to ideal weather. Like all other farmers of his time and ours, he learned to cope with significant, ill-timed fluctuations in temperature and precipitation.

But at least here in the Midwest, weather fluctuations have been more significant during my time than in his, the Dust Bowl notwithstanding. The weather in our area has become demonstrably more hostile to agriculture, and all signs are that this trend will continue. Minnesota’s state climatologist, Jim Zandlo, has concluded that no fewer than three “thousand-year rains” have occurred in the past seven years in our part of the state. And a University of Minnesota meteorologist, Mark Seeley, has found that summer storms in the region over the past two decades have been more intense and more geographically focused than at any time on record.

No two farms have the same experience with the weather, and some people will contend that ours is an anomaly, that many corn and bean farms in our area have done well over the same period. But heavy summer weather causes harm to farm fields that is not easily seen or quantified, like nutrient leaching, organic-matter depletion and erosion. As climate change accelerates these trends, losses will likely mount proportionately, and across the board. How long can we continue to borrow from the “topsoil bank,” as torrential rains force us to make ever more frequent “withdrawals”?

Funny what Midwest Energy News had to say:

Another coastal elitist yammering on about climate change. That is, if you consider fourth-generation farmers to be elitists, and the Minnesota River to be one of the coasts.

That doofus over at Al’s Rambling’s would probably just say the farmer should have planned better. Can climate change skeptics just go away? Take their looniness somewhere else?

A good detective story read.

From the start, it was a bad case.

A battered 21-year-old woman with long blond curls was discovered facedown in the weeds, naked, at the western edge of Miami, where the neat grid of outer suburbia butts up against the high grass and black mud of the Everglades. It was early on a winter morning in 2005. A local power-company worker was driving by the empty lots of an unbuilt cul-de-sac when he saw her.

Watch exclusive behind-the-crime-scenes video from the case.

And much to his surprise, she was alive. She was still unconscious when the police airlifted her to Jackson Memorial Hospital. When she woke up in its trauma center, she could remember little about what had happened to her, but her body told an ugly tale. She had been raped, badly beaten, and left for dead. There was severe head trauma; she had suffered brain-rattling blows. Semen was recovered from inside her. The bones around her right eye were shattered. She was terrified and confused. She bent English to her native Ukrainian grammar and syntax, dropping pronouns and inverting standard sentence structure, which made her hard to understand. And one of the first things she asked for on waking was her lawyer. That was unusual.

Miami-Dade detectives learned that she had been living for months at the Airport Regency Hotel, eight miles from where she was found. It is one of those crisply efficient overnight spots in the orbit of major airports that cater to travelers needing a bed between legs of long flights. She was employed by a cruise-ship line and had severely cut her finger on the job, so she was being put up at the hotel by her employers while she healed. The assault had begun, she said, in her room, on the fourth floor. She described her attackers as two or three white men who spoke with accents that she heard as “Hispanic,” but she wasn’t certain. She remembered one of the men pushing a pillow into her face, and being forced to drink something strong, alcoholic. She had fragments of memories like bits of a bad dream—of being held up or carried, of being thrown over a man’s shoulder as he moved down a flight of stairs, of being roughly violated in the backseat of a car, of pleading for her life. Powerful, cruel moments, but there was nothing solid, nothing that made a decent lead. When her lawyer soon after filed a lawsuit against the hotel, alleging negligence, going after potentially deep corporate pockets, the detectives thought something was fishy. This was not your typical rape victim. What if she was part of some sophisticated con?

I wonder how many times this story has been played out on Law and Order, CSI or Criminal Minds.